what if it's us fanfiction

seventeen

a day later
ben's pov
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Exactly 24 hours after we had picked up Evan from his class he had gotten last-minute jitters about failing his final and wanted to go to the library to study up his textbooks and notes from class. I didn't ask what class he was anxious about because I had only one thought on my mind— Arthur and I. Alone. I nearly shoved poor Evan out of the dorm.

We were laying on his bed, our bodies were so intertwined, I couldn't tell who's body parts where who's. I let my gaze fall to Arthur's cheeks, which were flushed a light red and his hair was a tad frizzy and messy. I couldn't stop myself from pushing the hair out of his eyes and letting my hands tangle themselves in his locks of perfection. I wished I could never leave his side, just sit here with him forever, and toy with his hair. He leaned into my touches, humming as his lips found their way to mine. The kisses we shared were soft, not harsh and rough. They were good.

"Benny" Arthur pulled away to whisper out my name. His single whine echoed around the room and the noise embedded itself into my skull. I couldn't stop hearing my name in his mouth— and he had only said it once. How did I tell him I wanted him to say my name like that again? Without it sounding totally weird. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispered my name. I hummed, enjoying the way my name sounded in his mouth. What I wouldn't do to hear him whisper my name. This time, I kissed him... again.

"Usually — you do — all the — leading," I pointed out in between kisses. He lowered his eyes a faint blush forming on his cheeks. I leaned forward to kiss the now pink skin on his face. Usually, I loved him taking control and kissing me however he wanted. But now... I really wanted to kiss him and take control. Maybe not forever, maybe just for now... in the moment.

"I guess — sometimes I need to be held and whispered lovey things..." he giggled and I drew back beaming a bit too bright. I had never seen such a lovey and flamboyant side to Arthur. He was really letting me see parts of him he rarely showed, which touched me more then I thought it would.

What did he mean by "love things"?

"Okay," I gulped, lowering my voice to a whisper so he would have to strain to hear me. Or so that he would be forced to have to move his face super close to my lips to hear me. I wanted to give the loving words that Arthur deserved, so I took a deep breath... and started speaking.

"You are so pretty. Did you know that? I had no idea men could be pretty until I met you. It's something about your inner beauty meeting your outer beauty. It all matches!" I blabbed, Arthur was rubbing circles into my arm urging me silently to continue. I knew he liked being praised so I was trying my very best to do as he wanted. "You're just so cute and nice, you're also very amazing and good. God, you're so good at everything you do I feel almost stupid hanging around you. You're perfect," I grinned

Without thinking I blurt out the one thing that came to my mind...

"I love you,"

CRAP.

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